Prits Girl Power!

Prits giggled with glee as she watched James blush with embarrassment. The superior nature of her Girl Power was ruling James and his emotions. James was tied to a chair with his hands tied behind his back.

“Open up slutty sissy…num, num, num!” teased Prits.

Prits held a two-gallon container full of Indian cum. A large group of Indian guys had filled the container for a week by repeatedly masturbating into it. Prits held a tablespoon in her hand and shoved the cum into James’ mouth.

James would take the spoon full into his mouth and suck it clean, guzzling every drop of Indian cum fed to him. James blushed and swallowed repeatedly as Prits fed him heaping spoonful after heaping spoonful of sticky cum.

Prits would hold the spoon in James’ mouth until he had licked the spoon clean. She teased him incessantly about his cumslut behaviour. As James guzzled cum, Prits laughed at him.

“Oh god! You are such a cum-fed sissy! I will always remember you licking this spoon clean over and over and over!” teased Prits.

James blushed and kept slurping the cum from the tablespoon. Prits would scoop a huge healing tablespoon of Indian cum and then would smile and say, “Here comes the sissy aeroplane… from!” She would guide the spoon into James’ mouth.

After about 45 minutes, James had finished the entire 2 gallons. He just blushed in total submission. He was a cumslut, and Prits had ensured that he stayed that way. Prits smiled and waved an Indian guy over to stand in front of a kneeling James. The Indian guy then held James’ head and fed him his large hard cock.

The cock plunged James’ throat with powerful depth and strength. It was a face-fucking display of masculine authority. When James had finished sucking the cock dry, he blushed with embarrassment and panted to catch his breath.

Prits smirked in incredible satisfaction, having watched James submit to the cum-feeding and the cock-feeding. Prits reached out a snapped the side string of the pink thong panty that James wore, “Some slutty panty boi loves having great big cocks in his mouth!”

James just rolled his eyes and blushed in surrender. His pouty lips had wrapped around more cocks than he could count. A continual string of Indian men stepped in front of James and kept him gobbling Indian cocks. James bobbed and slurped like a professional fellatio expert. He blushed with intense embarrassment because Prits ruled his world.

“Aww, slurpity num, num. James loves those big cocks so much!” scoffed Prits.

James spent anywhere from 10 to 12 hours a day engaged in sucking cocks. His slutty mouth sucked, slurped, slobbered, and savoured huge throbbing cocks. His eyes watered, fluttered, crossed, and rolled back. His tonsils were pounded like a drum until James saw stars.

He whimpered in humiliation and defeat. Prits thought it was hilarious that James was a deep-throat expert. She teased him about his passion and expertise for sucking cocks. The funniest fact was that it was Prits that forced James to become a cock-gobbling cumslut.

She made sure his mouth was stuffed with Indian cocks. Thanks to Prits, James was the cock-whore of India. It wasn’t just that Prits had turned James into a cock-gobbler. She ran extensive marketing and promotional campaigns to ensure that everyone knew that James Kinney sucked cocks.

James had a reputation as an expert in performing blowjobs. He was well-known throughout all of India. Prits untied James from the chair and untied his hands. James immediately slid out of the chair and onto the floor. He was wearing only his tiny thong panty.

James began to bounce up and down on his butt, his cheeks slapping against the hard floor and filling the room with the sound, PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! Prits laughed and clapped as she declared, “Bounce those panties hard for me! Haha!”

James bounced and blushed for nearly 10 minutes non-stop. Prits laughed and took a video with her phone. James whimpered because his butt cheeks throbbed.

The door to the room swung open, and in marched 14 Indian guys and 4 Indian girls. The girls joined Prits and giggled at James and his embarrassment. The guys formed a line in front of James and ran a train on him, feeding him their cocks one at a time.

James slurped and slobbered as his eyes watered and fluttered. Those 14 guys fed him their gigantic cocks and pounded his tonsils into submission. He guzzled mouthful after mouthful of Indian cum. His embarrassment soared to incredible levels.

James sat on the floor, flabbergasted and disoriented. He was so thoroughly humiliated. In staggering embarrassment, James began to butt bounce once again.

Prits and the other Indian girls laughed and gave each other high fives in celebration. James whimpered and blushed and bounced. His poor little panties were so very sore.

Prits helped James to his feet and gave his butt a little loving pat. James pouted and rubbed his sore butt cheeks with both hands.

“Does your butt hurt James?” smirked Prits.

“Oo, Yes, it does!” whimpered James.

“I bet that is very embarrassing!” teased Prits.

“Oo, Yes, it is!” blushed James.

Prits led James across the room, pulling him by his hand. She bent him over a spanking bench and tied his wrists to his ankles. James’ mouth dropped open in shock and embarrassment. His little thong panties were pooched into the air.

Prits smirked as she stood behind James and lifted a large wooden sorority paddle into the air. Then a loud thunderclap rang out, and James yipped like a naughty puppy. Prits giggled as she swung the paddle with undisputed authority.

Within minutes, James whimpered like a woodland creature as his butt cheeks burned red hot. The girls laughed and clapped as they chanted in unison, “Whack that ass!”

James grimaced and panted as he endured feminine domination. Prits snapped the string on his stringy thong and commented, “Aren’t you a complete sissy?”

James nodded in agreement as he began to hoot like an owl over his red hot butt cheeks. It was a hilarious sight of superior Girl Power. No one in the room would ever forget what they were experiencing.

James stuttered, “M-M-My b-b-butt! Y-Y-Yoooowie!”

“Yes! Your butt is mine!” growled Prits.

After a few more minutes of making James’ butt cheeks glow bright red, Prits dropped her paddle and cheered. She then went around the front of James, grabbed a thick chocolate crème pie off of a nearby table and splatted it into James’ face. James’ mouth dropped open with shock and embarrassment.

Prits untied James’ feet and hands, and he pouted and rubbed his sore butt once again. The girls laughed and teased James as he whined and pouted. He blushed with total embarrassment. Prits gave his butt cheeks a firm slap as she walked past him and out of the room.

James accepted his role as a cock-slurping panty-boi. He settled into a life of performing blowjobs daily and bouncing on his thong panties every night. He was incredibly embarrassed every single day.

Prits lived a victorious life as a powerful vixen. She was regarded as a leader of feminine justice. She smiled whenever she thought of how she had ruled James and turned him into a humiliated sissy.